Summary

"There's more to life than tending the garden," Jimin speaks quietly, his voice brittle in the press of darkness surrounding them.

Taehyung shakes his head, and he reaches out to cup Jimin's face tenderly. "You know your mother will never let you leave. She cares about you too much." He takes a deep breath, smile sad in the flash of moonlight cresting the ridge of a passing cloud. "And I...I would miss you."

Jimin plays idly with a vine that has wrapped itself around his shoulders, pressing his face against the red petals of a wild rose. "I'll miss you, too," he whispers, the words not meant solely for Taehyung.

Summary

The events from the night before are hazy, but he recalls a little too much alcohol and Taehyung’s hand on his thighs, his back. It’s normal touching for Taehyung, but drunk Jimin had a tough time remembering that, catered with not remembering Taehyung’s long time serious lover: Jungkook, who sat a few inches away.

Or

Jungkook and Taehyung are getting married, and thats great, it's not like Jimin's in love with Taehyung or anything.